Little King of Sorrows Poems

Roses are red.
But violets not blue.
They're purple you dummy.
You laugh cause it's true.
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Your name is but a whisper,
it's been stifled by the time.
Your love a copper penny,
once a bright and shiny dime.
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Give it a moment...

My pen shall dance and sing.
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Round and Round we go.
When will it stop?
I guess I don't know.
Time stood still,
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Oh my friend!
I read you loud and clear.
Beyond your strength for other,
I'm sensing all your fear.
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For one more day with you,
My soul I cannot sell.
For one more day with you,
I'd spend a week in hell.
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Searching soul, you musn't rush,
time the paint of heaven's brush.
Slow and steady wins the race,
chaos comes of quicken pace.
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A child's mind must always play,
so bedtime monsters I boldly slay.
A kingdom forrest, we light up a lamp,
Our backyard woods, we set up camp.
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Twas a summer unlike any other. The dog-days of summer to be exact.
Laughter floated in the breeze of the days, while the eskimos of the lower 48 enjoyed the sun's rays.
The twinkling nights a chorus of drumbeats remixed with the hoop-n-holler of college co-eds.
The smell of scorched wood hitchhiking a zephyr, weaving in out of the alleyways of the bustling city.
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W.W.J.D?
Don't think he isn't on to you.
You not the mom I thought I knew,
These vicious lies you claim are true.
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